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JOHN ANDERSON MY JO, .^ 



JOHN Anderson my jo, John, 
When we were first acquent. 
Your locks were like the raven, 
Your bonie brow was brent ; 
But now your brow is beld, John, 

Your locks are like the snaw; 
But blessings on your frosty pow, 
John Anderson my jo. ,: 

John Anderson my jo, John, 

We clamb the hill theg-ither. 
And nionie a canty day, John, 

We've had wi' ane anither; 
Now we maun totter down, John, 

But hand in hand we'll go, 
And sleep thegither at the foot, 

John Anderson my jo. 













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GREEN GROW THE RASHES. 

CHORUS. 

GREEN grow tlie rashes, O ; 
G-reen grow the rashes, O ; 
The sweetest hours that e'er I spend, 
Are spent amang" the lasses, O ! 

There's nought but care on ev'ry han- 
In ev'ry hour that passes, O; 

What signifies the life o' man. 

An. .were na .or t.e lasses, O,^^ 

The warly race may riches chase, 

An' riches still may fly them, O ; 

An' tho' at last they catch them fast, 

Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them, O 

But gie me a canny hour at e'en. 

My arms about my dearie, O ; 

An' warly cares an' warly men, 
May a' gae tapsalteerie, O. 

For you sae douse, ye sneer at this, 

Ye're nought but senseless asses, O ; 

The wisest man the warl' saw, 

He dearly lov'd the lasses, O. 

Auld Nature swears, the lovely dears, 

Her noblest work she classes, O; 
Her prentice han' she tried on man, 
^' ' ' And then she made the lasses, O. 










FOR THE SAKE OF SOMEBODY, 



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Y HEART is sair, I dare na tell, 

My heart is sair for somebody: 
I could wake a winter nig-lit, 
For the sake o' somebody! 
Oh-hon! for somebody! 
Oh-bey! for somebody! 
I could range the world around, 
For the sake o' somebody. 



Ye powers that smile on virtuous love 

O, sweetly smile on somebody ! 
Frae ilka danger keep him free, 

And send me safe my somebody 
Oh-hon! for somebody! 
Oh-bey ! for somebody ! 

I wad do what wad I not? 

For the sake o' somebody. 







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COMING THROUGH THE RYE. 



COMING throug-h. the rye, poor bo 
Coming- through the rye, 
She draiglet a' her petticoatie, 
Coming- through the rye. 
Jenny's a' wat, poor body, \ 

Jenny's seldom dry ; ^^'" \ 
She draigiet a' her petticoatie, ^-*ii^ 
Coming through the rye. 



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Gin a body meet a body- 
Coming through the rye ; 

Gin a body kiss a body- 
Need a body cry? 

Gin a bodj^ meet a body 

Coming- through the g"ien, 
Gin a body kiss a body— 

Need the world ken ? 
Jenny's a' wat, poor body ; 

Jenny's seldom dry; 
She draiglet a' her petticoatie, 

Coming- through the rye. 




O BONIE WAS YON ROSY BRIER. 



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BONIE was yon rosy brier, 

That blooms sae fair frae haunt o' man 
And bonle she, and ah, how dear! 

It shaded frae the e'enln' sun. 



Yon rosebuds In the morning dew, 

How pure amang the leaves sae green ; 

But purer was the lover's vow 

They wltness'd In their shade yestreen. 

All In Its rude and prickly bower, 

That crimson rose, how sweet and fair! 
But love Is far a sweeter flower 

Amid life's thorny path o' care. 



The pathless wild, and wlmpllng burn, 
Wi' Chloris in my arms, be mine; 

And I, the world, nor wish, nor scorn. 
Its joys and griefs alike resign. 




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TO A MOUNTAIN DAISY. 

WEE modest, crimson-tipped flow'r, 
Thou's m.et me in an evil hoiir; 
For I maun crush amang the stoure 
Thy slender stem. 
To spare thee now is past my pow'r, 
Thou bonie gem. 



The flaunting flow'rs our gardens yield, 
High shelt'ring woods and wa's maun shield. 
But thou, beneath the random bield 

O' clod or stane, , / 
Adorns the histie stibble-fleld, V .-^>y^ 

Unseen, alane. . J^^<>^^ 

There, in thy scanty mantle clad, ^*' ^ 

Thy snawie bosom sun-ward spread. 
Thou lifts thy unassuming head 

In humble guise; 
But now the share uptears thy bed, 

And low thou lies! 



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Ev'n thou who mourn'st the Daisy's fate. 

That fate is thine no distant date; 

Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives, elate, 

Full on thy bloom, 
Till crush'd beneath the furrow's weight, 

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J Shall be thy doom ! 







THE COTTER'S SATURDAY NIGHT. 

NOVEMBER chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh; 
The short'ning winter day is near a close ; 
^^ The miry beasts retreating- frae the pleugh ; 

The black'ning trains o' craws to their repose; 
The toil-worn cotter frae his labour goes, 

This night his weekly moil is at an end, 
Collects his spades, his mattocks, and his hoes, 
Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, 
And weary, o'er the moor, his course does hameward 
bend. 

At length his lonely cot appears in view, Jfl^^ 

Beneath the shelter of an aged tree; ^'^^^:^ 
Th' expectant wee-things, toddlin', stacher througfh 

To meet their Dad, wi' flichterin noise and glee. 
His wee bit ingle, blinkin' bonilie, 

His clean hearth-stane, his thrifty wifie's smile, 
The lisping infant prattling on his knee, 

Does a' his weary, carking* cares beg-uile, 
An' makes him quite forg-et his labor an' his toil. 




The cheerfu' supper done, wi' serious face. 

They, round the ingle, form a circle wide; 
The sire turns o'er wi' patriarchal grace. 

The big ha'-Bible, ance his father's pride : 
His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside. 

His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare ; 
Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, 

He wales a portion with judicious care, 
And "Let us worship God!" he says with solemn aii 



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They chant their artless notes in simple guise; 

They tune their hearts, by far the noblest aim 
Perhaps Dundee's wild warbling measures rise 

Or plaintive Martyrs, worthy of the name ; 
Or noble Elgin beets the heav'nward flame, 

The sweetest far of Scotia's holy lays : 
Compar'd with these, Italian trills are tame ; 

The tickrd ears no heartfelt raptures raise ; 
Nae unison hae they with our Creator's praise. 

The priest-like father reads the sacred page. 

How Abram was the friend of God on high ; 
Or Moses bade eternal warfare wage 

With Amalek's ungracious progeny; 
Or how the royal Bard did groaning lie 

Beneath the stroke of Heaven's avenging ire ; 
Or Job's pathetic plaint, and wailing cry; 

Or rapt Isaiah's wild, seraphic fire; 
Or other holy Seers that tune the sacred lyre. 



Then kneeling down, to Heaven's Eternal King, 

The saint, the father, and the husband prays : 
Hope *' springs exulting on triumphant wing," 

That thus they all shall meet in future days: , /f 
There ever bask in uncreated rays, \^. T^ 

No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, ^' --^ A*t, 
Together hymning their Creator's praise, :^>^^K^ 

In such society, yet still more dear; ^ ^Pi# 

While circling Time moves round in an eternaJ 
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THE BANKS O' DOON. 

TE BANKS and braes o' bonie Doon, 
How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair ! 
How can ye chant, ye little birds, 
And I sae weary, fu' o' care ! 
Thou'lt break my heart, thou warbling bird, 

That wantons thro' the flowering* thorn: 
Thou minds me o' departing joys, 
Departed— never to return. 

Thou'lt break my heart, thou bonie bird 

That sings beside thy mate. 
For sae I sat, and sae I sung, , 

And wist na o' my fate. \ 

Aft hae I rov'd by bonie Doon, 

To see the rose and woodbine t^vine 
And ilka bird sang o' its love 

And fondly sae did I o' mine. 

Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose, 

Twa' sweet upon its thorny tree; 
And my fause luver stole my rose. 

But ah ! he left the thorn wi' me. 
Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose 

Upon a morn in June; 
And sae I flourish'd on the morn, 

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i\' ^FAREWELL TO NANCY. 



E fond kiss, and then we sever! 
Ae fareweel, alas, forever! 
Deep in h.eart-wmng' tears I'll pledge thee, 
Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee. 
Who shall say that fortune grieves him 
While the star of hope she leaves him? 
Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me. 
Dark despair around benights me. 

I'll ne'er hlame my partial fancy; 
ISTaething could resist my Kancy; 
But to see her, was to love her; 
Love hut her, and love forever. 
Had we never lov'd sae kindly, 
Had we never lov'd sae blindly 
ISTever met— or never parted, 
We had ne'er been broken-hearted. 

Fare thee weel, thou first and fairest! 
Fare thee weel, thou best and dearest! 
Thine be ilka joy and treasure, 
Peace, enjoyment, love, and pleasure. 
Ae fond kiss, and then we sever; 
Ae fareweel, alas, for ever! 
Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, 
Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee. 





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SING- on, sweet thrush, upon the leafless hough; 
Sing- on, sweet bird, I listen to thy strain: 
See aged winter, 'mid his surly reign, 
At thy blithe carol clears his furrow'd brow. 

So in lone Poverty's dominion drear 

Sits meek Content with light unanxious heart, 
Welcomes the rapid moments, bids them part, 

ISTor asks if they bring aught to hope or fear. 

I thank thee, Author of this opening day ! 

Thou whose briglit sun now gilds the orient skies I 
Riches denied, thj^ boon was purer joys, 

What wealth could never give nor take away ! 

Yet come, thou child of poverty and care ; 
The mite high Heaven bestow'd, tliat mite with 
thee I'll share. 





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A RED, RED ROSE. 

OMY luve's like a red, red rose. 
That's newly sprung- in June: ^^.-^"^^ ' 
O, my luve's like the melodie ^i 

That's sweetly played in tune. ^ -^ 

As fair art thou, my bonie lass, 

So deep in luve am I: 
And I will luve thee still, my dear, 

Till a' the seas g-ang: dry. 

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, 

And the rocks melt wi' the sun: 

I will luve thee still, my dear. 

While the sands o' life shall run. 

And fare thee weel, my only luve. 

And fare thee weel awhile ! 
And I will come again, my luve, ||f 

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SCOTS, wha hae wl' Wallace bled, 
Scots, wliani Bruce has aften led; 
Welcome to your gory bed, 
Or to g-lorious victorie. 

ISTow's the day, and now's the hour; 
See the front o' battle lower; 
See approach proud Edward's power- 
Edward ! chains and slaverie. 

Wha will be a traitor knave ? 
Wha can fill a coward's grave? 
Wha sae base as be a slave? 

Traitor! coward! turn and flee! 

Wha for Scotland's King and law 
Freedom's sword will strongly draw, 
(X7- Free-man stand, or free-man fa' ? 
^S* X, (Ti Caledonian! on wi' me? 

"^ By oppression's woes and pains 1 
By your sons in servile chains ! 
We will drain our dearest veins. 

But they shall— they shall be free ! 

Lay the proud usurpers low! 
Tyrants fall in every foe! 
Liberty's in every blow! 

Forward ! Let us do, or die I 



'TWAS NA HER BONNIE BLUE EE. 



'nnWAS na her "bonie blue ee was my ruin ; 

-■- Fair tlio' she be, that was ne'er my undoing; 

'Twas tlie dear smile when naebody did mind us, 

'Twas the bewitching, sweety stown glance o' 
kindness. 



Sair do 1 fear that to hope is denied me,-^'*^(. 
Sair do I fear that despair maun abide me ; 
But tho' fell fortune should fate us to sever 
Queen shall she be in my bosom forever. 




Chloris, I'm thine wi' a passion sincerest. 
And thou hast plighted me love o' the dearest 1 
And thou'rt the angel that never can alter, 
Sooner the sun in his motion w^ould falter. 



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HIGHLAND MARY. 

YE BANKS, and braes, and streams arotind 
Tlie castle o' Montgomery, 
Q-reen be your woods, and fair your flowers, 
Your waters never drumlie! 
Tliere simmer first unfauld her robes, 

And tliere tbe langest tarry ; 
For tliere I took the last fareweel 
O' my sweet Hig"hland Mai-y. 



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Wi' monie a vow, and lock'd embrace, 

Our parting was fu' tender; 
And, pledging aft to meet again, 

We tore oursels asunder; 
But oh ! fell death's untimely frost 

That nipt my flower sae early ! 
Now green's the sod, and cauld's the clay. 

That wraps my Highland Mary ! 

O pale, pale now those rosy lips, 

I aft hae kiss'd sae fondly ! 
And closed for ay the sparkling glance 

That dwelt on me sae kindly ! 
And mould'ring now in silent dust, 

That heart that lo'ed me dearly ! (k 
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Shall live my Highland Mary. S^ > 



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AULD LANG SYNE. 

SHOULD auld acquaintance be forgot, 
And never brought to min' ? 
Should auld acquaintance be forgot, 
/ And days o' lang syne? 



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For auld lang syne, my dear, 




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We twa hae run about the braes, i. 

And i)ii'd the go wans fine; 
But we've wander'd mony a weary foot 

Sin auld lang syne. 

We twa hae paidl't i' the burn, 

From mornin' sun till dine; 
But seas between us braid hae roai''d 

Sill auld lang sj^ne. 

x\nd hei'e's a hand, my trusty Here, 

And gild's a hand o' thine ; 
And we'll tak a right guid willie-waught. 
K^^ ^^^^ auld lang syne. 






%^ And surely ye'll be your pint-stowp. 
#>^ And surely I'll be mine; 
^ And we'll tak a cup o' kindness yet 
\ > For auld lang syne. 




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LOGAN WATER. 



OLOG-AlSr, sweetly didst thou glide 
.^ H - That day I was my Willie's bride; 

And years sin syne hae o'er us run, 
Like Log-an to the simmer sun. 
But now thy flow'ry hanks appear 
Like drumlie winter, dark and drear, 
While my dear lad maun face his faes, 
Far, far frae me and Logan Braes. 



Within yon milk-white hawthorn bush, 
Amang her nestlings, sits the thrush; 
Her faithfu' mate will share her toil, 
Or wi' his song her cares beguile : 
But I wi' my sweet nurslings here, 
Nae mate to keep, nae mate to cheer. 
Pass widow'd nights and joyless days, >J*^- 
While Willie's far frae Logan Braes. 



O wae upon you. Men o' State, ^.-441 , ,, 

That brethren rouse to deadlj^ hate! — yk'/i' 
As ye mak monie a fond heart mourn, 
Sae may it on your heads return! 
How can your flinty hearts enjoy 
The widow's tears, the orphan's cries? 
But soon may peace bring happy days. 
And Willie hanie to Logan Braes. 




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JESSIE. ^ 

rpHUE- HEARTED was he, the sad swain o' the 
I Yai row, 

And fair are the maids on the hanks o' the Ayr, 

But by the sweet side o' the Nith's winding river, 

Are lovers as faithful and maidens as fair: 
To equal young- Jessie seek Scotland all over; 

To equal young Jessie you seek it in vain; 
G-race, beauty, and elegance, fetter her lover, 

And maidenly modesty fixes the chain. 

O, fresh is the rose in the gay, dewy morning, 
And sweet is the lily at evening close; 

But in the fair presence o' lovely young Jessie, 
Unseen is the lily, unheeded the rose. 

Love sits in her smile, a wizard ensnaring; 
Enthron'd in her een he delivers his law: 

And still to her charms she alone is a stranger: 
(^ Her modest demeanor's tlie jewel of a'. 




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THE HIGHLAND LADDIE. 

rriHE boniest lad that e'er I saw, 
JL Bonie laddie, Higliland laddie 

Wore a plaid and was fu' braw, 
Bonie Highland laddie. 
On his head a bonnet blue, 

Bonie laddie, Highland laddie, 
His roj^al heart was firm and true, 
Bonie Highland laddie. 






Trumpets sound and cannons roar, 

Bonnie lassie, Lawland lassie, / 

And a' the hills wi' echoes roar, 

Bonie Lawland lassie. 
Glory, Honour, now invite, 

Bonie lassie, Lawland lassie. 
For Freedom and my King to flght, 

Bonie Lawland lassie. 

The sun a backward course shall take, 
Bonie laddie. Highland laddie, 

Ere aught thy manly courage shake ; 
Bonie Highland laddie. 

ao, for yoursel procure renown, 

Bonie laddie. Highland laddie. 

And for yoiir lawful King his crown, 
, 4' Bonie Highland laddie ! 



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MY LOVE SHE'S BUT A LASSIE YET. 



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Y LOVE she's but a lassie yet; 

My love she's but a lassie yet; 
We'll let her stand a year or twa, 
She'll no be half sae saucy yet. ^^^^^ 



I rue the day I sought her, O, « %^'*^ 

I rue the day I sought her, O; 

Wha gets her needs na say she's woo'd, 

But he may say he's bought her, O! 

Come, draw a drap o' the best o't yet; 

Come, draw a drap o' the best o't yet, 
Q-ae seek for pleasure where ye will, 

But here I never miss'd it yet. 
We're a' dry wi' drinking o't, 

We're a' dry wi' drinking o't; 
The minister kissed the fiddler's wife, 

An' could na preach for thinkin' o't. 

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COCK UP YOUR BEAVER. 



"TXy^HEN first my brave Jolinnie lad 

^ ^ Came to this town, 

He had a blue bonnet 

That wanted the crown; 
But now he has gotten 

A hat and a feather,— 
Hey, brave Johnnie lad, 

Cock up your beaver! 






Cock up your beaver. 

And cock it fu' sprush. 
We'll over the border 

And gie them a brush ; 
There's somebody there 

We'll teach better behavior— 
Hey, brave Johnnie lad, 

Cock up your beaver ! 



BANNOCKS O' BARLEY. 



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T^ANNOCKS o' bear meal, 
-L-^ Bannocks o' Barley; 
Here's to the Highlandman's 

Bannocks o' barley. 
Wha in a "brnlzie 

Will first cry a parley? 
Never the lads wi' 

The bannocks o' barley. [i%i^ \ 

Bannocks o' bear meal, , ^ 

Bannocks o' Barley; 
Here's to the lads wi' ^^^N. 

The bannocks o' barley; \^/ 
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Wha but the lads wi' ^#^/r- »- 

The bannocks o' barley. 




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